Yeah, we had money. Bucket loads of it. At least, my parents probably still had buckets of it unless they’d both wasted it all. I hadn’t talked to either of them in any real way since I turned eighteen.

“Your choice,” he finally said and slid into the cart’s driver’s seat. “But they’re yours. Just sitting here otherwise since I can only drive one at a time.”

He had a point.

“Thanks. That’s really nice of you.” I’d have the freedom to run to the store or window shop through a mall. Hell, maybe I’d walk the Strip at some point, or slip into a casino and see if I could get lucky.

Until I could figure out how to get my money out of my joint account without Lincoln knowing where I was, a little bit of luck at the tables could help.

Alternatively, if Kane agreed to his sister’s plan, that would become a whole lot easier.

“Not a problem.” He hit a button on the cart, and the garage door behind us opened. The golf cart beeped that annoying tone when he put it in reverse and then we were off.

I hadn’t thought to grab sunglasses in my mad dash through Target, so I squinted once the sun hit my eyes. It was already hot, but there was a breeze that kept the heat from being unbearable.

“I overlook the fourth fairway,” Kane said, clearly in tour mode.

“I saw that. Course looks beautiful.”

“It’s not bad. I like getting out every once in a while and playing, mostly during the off-season but the great thing about living here is being able to play all year round.”

My fingertips buzzed with the desire to rip his driver out of his bag and take a swing. The course was luscious. So at odds with the desert sand and rocks surrounding everything. “I’m a bit jealous.”

He turned to me and grinned. “You play?”

“Yeah.” I swiped my hands down my thighs. I’d never lived on a golf course, but I grew up a member of a country club. And I didn’t usually brag, but I was sitting next to a professional athlete who I figured would appreciate my competitive spirit. “I grew up playing. Won State a few times back in high school, had a few full rides for college but turned them down.”

“A few times? How many is that exactly?”

“All four years.” I grinned.

He grinned back, and it was filled with approval. Probably shouldn’t have made my chest swell with pride.

“That’s awesome. I’m not good. Just like to have fun and I like doing some of the charity events with other players. Maybe I’ll have you give me some tips, so I stop getting my ass beat so badly.”

I laughed and grinned up at him. I couldn’t see Kane Andrews getting his ass kicked in anything.

“I’d take you up on it if I had clubs.”

“Right.” His own smile vanished, and he turned back to the path. “We’ll see if the pro shop has any to borrow or rent or anything. They might for visitors.”